Sachi_Dorkysuss 🏳️‍🌈🐔🔎 🔱⏳

🏳️‍🌈, F, 26 gang 😎 Professional Dork
Real account 🥲 Got my account back!!! was hacked

[Grace (I need Prowler Mode back Capcom) @Grace_Kxng]

Godzilla so kitty core but with color this time

[Merry_poimkyop @petetasama43336]

No entiendo Twitter, pero dibuje ésto. #wenclair #wednesday #wednesdayaddams #wlw #fanart #merlina #Enid

[alessia | wenclair addicted🛸🇦🇷 @estrellastoess1]

wenclair too btw

[mars @artmaars]

yippieee #anyelise #thebody

[fernanda ❤️‍🔥 @thebuysweet]

enid sinclair saiu de filhotinho assustado para uma loba Alpha ✨
gente é muito sério a emma tem um rosto fantástico é uma beleza de outro mundo

[prettiest boy in town 🏳️‍⚧️ @SoftieLord]

20 pic limit now? Fucking awesome, here, take an art masterpost of the things that live rent free in my mind

[talvez acervo jenna ortega @TalvezAcervo]

O twitter atualizou e agora dá pra postar 20 imagens seguidas

Então aqui vai 20 imagens da jenna ortega pra inaugurar essa função

[Noe🐺 @Enidwolfie13]

Enid Sinclair had always been known as a ray of sunshine, the cheerful and one-of-a-kind Enid, who used to accept whatever affection people were willing to give her, crying alone in her lonely bedroom, loveless, practically without a family, living in a gray world. That's why she wore colors, dressing herself in every shade imaginable because it was the only way she could feel warm. She had begun to hate black, white, and gray... but when Weems introduced her to Wednesday, who dressed exactly like the color palette she despised, she felt warmth within the monochrome for the very first time. Enid felt like she could breathe, live, feel, and even though Wednesday was cold and distant, all Enid wanted was to get closer to her, touch her, talk to her. She was deeply in love, she loved her, and she had realized it from the very beginning. Wednesday, on the other hand, seemed to hate everything related to love... but then that barista came along, and Enid had been pretending her entire life; what difference would it make to keep pretending, to "fall in love" with Ajax? But when he didn't show up for their date, she became angry, because everything her mother had told her was true. Even people she didn't genuinely want couldn't love her. No matter how hard she tried, no one would ever love her... Enid had always hated Galpin, always. He was a bully, but now she despised him even more. He had hurt and toyed with Wednesday, and that was something she would never forgive.

And then she found Bruno, perfect in her mother's eyes, even though Esther still avoided her, still considered her a stranger in her own pack. Enid thought that if she dated Bruno, she would feel "normal." She had the Nevermore pack now, after all. But no. That night, when she confessed to Bruno why they were with Wednesday, why they were friends, she felt it. Her wolf was begging to have Wednesday. She had to silence that voice, so she kissed Bruno. At least with him, even if she would be unhappy, she would have someone who loved her. Esther had hurt her so much, always making her feel imperfect, defective, as though no one would ever love her unless she was a complete wolf.

And now, as an alpha destined for loneliness, all she could think about was her beloved Wednesday and how to tell her. "You're my pack" was only the surface of what Enid truly wanted to say.
Love... what a curious word. Despite having dated two boys, she had never felt it. Love... even though her mother had constantly reminded her that if she wasn't a perfect wolf, no one would ever want her, with Wednesday she felt the opposite. She felt what it was like to have someone truly see her and accept her... Love, love, love... the word repeated in her mind as she transformed under the light of the full moon to save the love of her life, her soulmate... Love, that was what she wanted to show when she looked into Wednesday's eyes one last time before running far away. She could have sworn Wednesday looked at her the same way... but that couldn't be. She was defective, irreparably broken, trapped forever... Love, something that had always been denied to her, was something she had given with her whole soul.

I'm sorry, I've been feeling depressed lately, and these words came to mind and wouldn't leave me alone. I just had to write them.

[✨Poppy✨ @Sjmthinker]

"Enid does not need Wednesday to become a copy of herself. And Wednesday does not need Enid to abandon who she is. They gradully learn to make room for each other."
Oh my wenclair 🥺

[Sachi_Dorkysuss 🏳️‍🌈🐔🔎 🔱⏳ @chaoticsaki]

@Angelsaasj Wenclair

[⋆˚꩜｡ @torturedgrave]

Wednesday has Enid’s wrists bound to the metal headboard with silk rope, the werewolf already trembling. Wednesday’s voice is quiet but stern.

“You'll come when I allow it. Not before.”

Wednesday trailing an ice cube down Enid’s sternum, circling hardened nipples, then lower.

Enid gasping as cold meets heat, Wednesday’s tongue following down the melting trail. She works Enid the whole time, fingers curling inside, thumb circling her clit until Enid is begging illogically.

“Fuck, Please, Wednesday, I can’t-”

“You can.” Wednesday cuts her off, increasing pressure on purpose. The werewolf sobbing with frustration, pulling hard against the silk restraints on the head board.

“I can’t, you’re not being fair, please-”

Wednesday adjusts the angle of her fingers slightly and Enid’s breath catches.

Wednesday simply hums, lifting her head now to stare her girlfriend down.
“Mm, There?” She feels Enid tighten around her fingers.

“Yes, god, yes, Wednesday- please don’t stop,” When Enid starts to tip over, Wednesday slows her pace just a little. Not denying her, just drawing the sensation out.

“Wednesday—” It’s barely a whisper now.

“I know.”
Wednesday’s free hand slides up to cup Enid's breast, thumb brushing over the hardened peak. Enid’s voice breaks, tears peaking in the corners of her eyes. Wednesday leans down. “You have permission,” a small kiss placed against the base of her throat. “Take it.”

Enid practically growls. The orgasm is almost immediate, tearing through her. Enid’s back arching off the bed, a whimper escaping from her throat. Wednesday doesn’t stop. Working her through each aftershock, her fingers still moving. Enid gasps and pleads.
“There you go, mi corazón. I have you.”

Enid chases her fingers. Only when she relaxes, still trembling and oversensitive, does Wednesday slowly withdraw.
“Perfect,” Wednesday whispers, leaning down to place a delicate kiss to her slick forehead.

“You’re always perfect for me.”

[Kaiju No. 14 @14_kaiju]

A documentary on the making of ‘Godzilla Minus Zero’ will be released on Prime Video on November 27th.

[Kaiju No. 14 @14_kaiju]

Takashi Yamazaki says he'd like to create an original kaiju if given the chance to make a third Godzilla movie.

“That's a question to which only Toho knows the answer, but if it were up to me, I think it would be very interesting to perhaps even create an original kaiju to explore in another film.”

(source: https://t.co/NbumbgoYLS)

[Micol @wensadms]

The Human Language made an analysis on Wednesday’s character!

https://t.co/3oEMWHPDuD

[Micol @wensadms]

The fact Enid had all that for herself before Wednesday arrived really shows how Weems cared for her 🤏🏻

[thesofitr 🍽️ @_kjlm]

as i understand it, all the ao3 wenclair smut authors have come to twitter, bcs what’s happening in my feed is just between me and god (pls don't stop)

[MW @maroonwolf3]

A year ago I posted my first wenclair fic never expecting I’d still be here 29 fics later. So since I can’t post, here’s a glimpse of fic #30 that I’ve been working on for 5 months specifically for this date

Thank you to everyone that’s been on this journey with me for a year!